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Shame

Over the weekend, I was telling my "dream house" story to a group of people and one of the women asked me, "Why would you want to carry shame into your new house?" Interesting question! This morning, those words were dancing around in my head and I said to myself, "Why would I want to carry shame at all?" My life is a series of lessons, just like everyone else's. I'm not any better or any worse than anyone else on the planet. I've aced some of my lessons and I've failed others, but none should have the power to make me feel small and ashamed. So today, I stand tall and proud in my messy little life. It has been full of joy and bliss, as well as heartache and pain, because that is what is life about. It is about learning and growing and living and loving and it's about getting up when we fall down, not shaming or blaming ourselves for falling in the first place. From now on, I will not allow anyone to make me feel bad about my life, not even myself. Sure, my life may look different than I thought it would by this age, and it's been full of way more setbacks than I ever expected to find. but I'll bet I'm not the only person who looks in the mirror and sometimes feels bad for not being more, doing more or living better. We're all doing the best we can and I love all of us for it. Some of us are thriving, some of us are just surviving, but we are all growing and evolving the best way we know how. And there's no shame in that.